Dragon Justice

I looked at Rorani, whose lovely face was still set in stern lines that would have made me quake if it was directed at me. The fatae certainly knew they were in deep shit, the way they were still flat on their bellies.

“You,” she said now. “Take your fellows and be gone. This place is now mine.”

The lead fatae actually had the cojones to try and protest. “We…”

“I have spoken.”

And that was that. It and its fellows got up, moving slow and careful, and slid back out the way they came.

“Will they cause trouble later?” I asked her, watching them go.

“They will not. Their elders…possibly. It will depend.” She looked over the remaining humans and sighed, the sound of wind through leaves. “These are your people. You will be able to manage it?”

To most fatae, humans were all one breed: Talent or Null, lonejack or Council. I’d expected more of Rorani, but it wasn’t as though I could hand these idiots over to her. And I still had my own case to follow up on, something I’d nearly forgotten in the current-rush and the confusion of the fight.

My stomachache got worse. The thought of my girl being somewhere among these would-be toughs meant there might be others stolen away, too. Maybe all of them.

Even if babygirl wasn’t here, I couldn’t walk away from this, not without knowing who was teaching them and who was—allegedly—protecting them.

“Yeah, I’ve got it,” I told Rorani.

“Then I shall leave you to your work, and I shall manage mine.” She offered me her hand, and I took it. The flesh was hard but soft at the same time, like velvet over bone, and I had the moment’s thought that I should bow over it, not shake it.

Then the moment passed. Rorani turned away, blending into the landscape the same way she’d appeared, and I was left with four uncowed, unbiddable teenage girls who clearly saw no reason to answer any of my questions.

Chapter 5

“You say you’re protected.” I had settled with my butt on an outcrop of rock, giving me the double advantage of covering my back and making it look like I was just lounging, totally in control of the situation. The first rule of interrogation, as per Benjamin Venec, was to proceed as though you were utterly certain that you would be given all the answers you wanted, in time. Let the perp worry about how you planned to get those answers.

“You can’t make us talk,” the third girl said, all spitfire defiance. Oh, darling, I just did. But I only smiled and nodded my head. “You’re right, I can’t. Well, I could, but that would be messy and you’d probably lie, anyway. At first.”

I let that sink in for half a breath.

“Seriously,” I continued, girl-to-girl. “You’re not dumb. You know what I am—you weren’t surprised by the magic—so you know I can do stuff you can’t.”

There was a twitch at that, just the slightest twitch, but I caught it. Rorani had said these girls were all Nulls, hadn’t she? I tried to remember. The missing girls were all Nulls, mine and Danny’s. Did they think they could do magic, too? Had their protector gathered them here to be some kind of modern hedge-witch coven? Well, stranger things than that had happened in the Park before, the past few hundred years, but…

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